The Pumpkins: I like the sound enough to not care about the lyrics, but they're not bad anyway.
Januarys are to the year what Mondays are to the week.
One of those hidden musical gems which serendipity serves up now and again. It resonates with vitality, crackles with febrile energy, it confronts with aggressive intent and each phrase twirls with bellicose brevity.
Long time without posting anything from one of my most favorite bands..
The two of us, that's dangerous.
In honor of Billy's birthday, one of my favorites. “Frail and Bedazzled” by @SmashingPumpkin is my new jam.